Our Baby Angels- Collaboration
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Weeping shall never become a thing of past,
I feel this heartache will always feel free to last.
When I can no longer stand the pain of loss's fear,
I shall become nothing but a lonely woman here.
I know I need redemption and I know I need it fast,
but these memories of my sweet boy bring a crimson tear.
He was but an innocent child when he suddenly died,
I laid there on my cold bed and continually cried.
No more reasons to live as my heart also stopped beating,
and these moods of depression keep repeating.
I just couldn't cope no matter how hard I tried,
this pain is so intense, so unbearably defeating.
I held my dead baby boy to my beating heart,
until at last this mother and child had to part.
I laid him in his eternal coffin bed,
standing like a stone through his funeral and words said.
At his grave I sang for my little sweetheart,
and on his coffin I laid bright roses red.
In the days and months that passed I was hollow,
a shadow of me and food I could not swallow.
I went deep and inner and I let no love inside,
I remained unresponsive no matter who tried.
Often, wandering a path to his grave, I do follow-
Will the day come that I can put this death aside.
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January 9, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Our Baby Boys
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9813-15-01
All Rights Reserved. Broken Wings/Laura Loo/Collaboration
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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